Nevermore

In Baltimore, by harbor-side, where chilling waters ebb and flow, And lamplight on the somber tide casts forth a phosphorescent glow, A silence held the weighted air, upon a stage of spectral wood, A vacant space of grim despair where Rams Head’s ghost had lately stood. A hollow hall, a darkened door, that shall be empty—nevermore. The former quiet at the core, the hush of strings no longer strummed, Has fled like some forgotten lore, by a new, frantic spirit numbed. For from the dust, with thunderous sound, a new life wakes within the walls,